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...so you restrain him with these leather cuffs...
By God, if you were my servant, I'd have you over my knee in a trice.
And you don't have to keep repeating it. We've established where it is.
Which will be hard to explain.
Oh, shit. Busted.
OFFICER: N.Y.P.D. Come on, lady, open the door.
...why would anyone break in here and shoot him?
L-- No, of course not. Be my guest.
God, your hands are like cricket bats. Shut up.
No. Nor can you burn down my apartment, so think of something else.
Why? I'll tell you exactly why. Before I kill you.
Oh, and to me, for ruining my Friday night, which is now being spent here.
But then you started getting weird.
So once again you're faced with the classic lrishman's dilemma:
I came out of the bedroom...
So, what, why the frantic phone call?
Not in a dead prime minister's ass.
Put two halves of a potato in with the sauce, it'll absorb the salt.
Which was full of people and spotless.
...against the rebirth of fascism a crime.
Whistling bitch!
Lawyer up, call the cops. What?
I know, dear. But you have to wait.
Yeah, so you wanna move on to why?
Uh-huh. Mind if I talk to them? Heavens, no, of course not, but--
No thanks to this one. Mm--
Knowing they'd never come back after they searched her apartment.
How small?
Holy shit. She killed him.
...you give me a potato.
I...do not. No.
Who knows? It's Malory. You really wanna know why she killed a guy?